"I'm good." Ambrose lightly answered.
However, he stopped trying to climb over to the sofa but sat unmovingly in his wheelchair instead, as if waiting for Melanie to return to her room.
Melanie was riled up by his refusal.
She put down the rag in her hand and walked imposingly toward Ambrose.
Ambrose merely stared at her.
She pushed his wheelchair into the room and slammed the door behind them with a loud bang.
Ambrose rolled his throat.
He had been silent for the whole ordeal.
Melanie then asked. "Are you able to get in bed yourself?"
She didn't sound like she wanted to discuss it with him.
Ambrose simply nodded.
"Then hurry up and go to bed. Don't disturb my sleep." Melanie went over to her side of the bed and lay down right after she said that.
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